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Unknown Prophecy (Ch. 58)
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Unknown Prophecy
Chapter 58
Harry’s private room was silent but for the soft tick of his alarm clock by the bed. It was well past curfew, and very few were crazy enough to walk the empty corridors. He’d been waiting at his desk, working on an essay that needed to be completed. The room was dark, and the only light was from the flickering flames of the fireplace.
The sound of knuckles rapping against the door broke Harry’s concentration. Harry set his quill aside, cinched the belt of his bathrobe tight, and padded across the cold floor. He braced himself for the chaos that only a large group of girls could bring.
Daphne stood first in line, her arms folded and her head held high. Her hair was gathered in a simple bun that looked quite sexy on her. Tracey was on her right, her hands hidden in the sleeves of her robe. Astoria was behind them, and as with Daphne and Tracey, she was also wearing a set of her Hogwarts robes. The real surprise was Pansy. She hovered at the edge of the group with determination in her eyes.
“Pansy?” Harry blinked, holding the door open with one hand. “I didn’t expect to see you join the party.”
Pansy wasted no time on words. She shouldered past Tracey and Daphne, slipped through the door, and stood in the middle of Harry’s room, her arms crossed over her chest. She surveyed the room as if she owned it.
“Honestly, Potter,” she said, “the dungeons are a deathtrap right now. Do you think I’d let you idiots have all the fun and leave me with Crabbe and Goyle to watch my back?” She snorted. “No, thanks.”
Daphne rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “She overheard us talking about it earlier and butted in,” she muttered, shooting Harry a look that suggested he handle this with as much patience as he could muster.
Harry smiled, genuinely amused. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. The more, the merrier. There’s enough bed to go around.” He gestured grandly at the magically enlarged mattress, then added, “I had to charm it to fit four, but I suppose we could squeeze in five if we all press tightly together.” He ended his sentence with a wink at Astoria, who blushed deeply.
Tracey drifted over to Astoria, who was lingering in the doorway, looking both embarrassed and thrilled to be there. “Come on, Tori,” Tracey said gently. “He’s just teasing you.”
Astoria’s cheeks flared bright red. “It’s not that,” she said, then shot Harry a glance. “I just want to do it right.”
Harry’s eyebrows lifted. “Do what right?”
Astoria blushed harder, but stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. “The sleepover, obviously.”
Pansy snorted again, but this time it was less hostile. She flopped onto the bed and bounced once, testing the springs. “Awww … Are you afraid to get touchy-feely with Harry in front of us? How adorable,” Pansy said with a smirk. “If you’re scared, then why didn’t you stay in the dorm room?”
“Because Harry’s here,” Daphne said, as if the answer were obvious. Her gaze lingered on Harry. “And because he’s promised to keep us safe … or at the very least, entertained.”
Harry’s mouth twitched. “That’s right,” he said. “I take my duties as host very seriously.”
He uncrossed his arms and, in one smooth motion, shrugged off his bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. The air was cool on his skin, but he didn’t shiver. He stood in the firelight, utterly naked. His lean body was corded with muscles, and his cock was already swelling in anticipation. It bobbed a few times as it went stiff as a board.
Astoria’s eyes went wide as galleons. She nearly squeaked, but clamped a hand over her mouth. Tracey’s mouth opened, and she wasn’t shy about scoping out the goods. Even Pansy, who prided herself on being unimpressed by anything, gave a tiny gasp.
Daphne, however, just stared at Harry with her usual cool calmness. Her eyes raked his body up and down, giving him a slow once-over.
“Well, at least you’re not modest,” Daphne said, her voice soft and even. Harry’s antics always amused her, though she tried her best not to show it … especially in front of Pansy.
Harry chuckled and then smiled. “Why would I be? We’re all friends here.”
Tracey snickered and removed her robe. She then tugged her T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. She wore nothing beneath except a tiny pair of lacy, green panties that rode low on her hips. “You heard the man,” she told Astoria, “There’s no point being shy.” She kicked off her shoes and removed her socks.
Astoria hesitated for a second before removing her robe. Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her pajama top, but she managed to peel it off, revealing her smooth, pale skin. She wore a simple, white bra, which seemed almost tame next to Tracey’s half-naked body. Astoria then pulled down her bottoms, exposing the small cotton panties she chose to wear.
Daphne removed her robe and folded it neatly. She then removed her button-down blouse and skirt. Her panties were plain black, the bra cut low enough to show off the swell of her breasts, and the panties hugged her hips in a way that made Pansy briefly look away in envy.
Pansy rolled her eyes and let her robe slip from her shoulders. She wore a black satin chemise with nothing on underneath. The thin material was nearly transparent in the light. “There, are you satisfied?” she said, lifting her chin proudly. She didn’t want to be shown up by the other girls.
“Very,” said Harry with a smirk as he eyed Pansy’s bare legs. The other three girls kicked off their shoes to get comfortable.
He watched as the girls clambered onto the bed, and Harry followed them. They arranged themselves around him, each one trying to get as close to him as possible. Tracey curled up close to Harry’s left, her thigh pressing against his. Astoria tucked herself in beside him, head bowed, fingers twisting the sheets. Daphne lay on Harry’s right, facing him, one hand propped beneath her cheek. Pansy lounged at the foot of the bed with her arms behind her head and her legs bent at the knees. For a moment, no one moved. The air was thick with anticipation and the smell of arousal.
Tracey broke the silence. “We should play a game.”
Astoria perked up. “Truth or dare?”
Tracey grinned wickedly. “Sure, we can do that.”
Pansy scoffed. “Isn’t that a bit,” she paused, searching for the right word, “stupid?”
Daphne’s lips curled. “Are you scared to play?”
“Hardly.” Pansy glanced at Harry, then moved her gaze away. “Just don’t expect me to dance around like an idiot or something stupid like that.”
Harry grinned wider, stretching his arms behind his head and feeling the girls’ eyes on him. “No one’s going to make you look silly …,” he said. “... but you might be surprised how fun it can be.”
Astoria giggled, still pink in the face. “I think it sounds fun.”
Tracey wiggled her eyebrows. “Who goes first?”
Daphne gestured at Harry. “He’s the host.”
Harry made a show of thinking. “Alright,” he said, pointing at Tracey. “Truth or dare?”
Tracey didn’t even hesitate. “Dare.”
Harry bit his lip, savoring the power. “I dare you to kiss Astoria.”
Tracey leaned over, cupped Astoria’s chin, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Astoria’s eyes fluttered shut, and she returned it. Her kiss was shy but eager as her hand caressed Tracey’s arm. They broke apart with a giggle, the awkwardness melting away.
It was Astoria’s turn. She turned to Harry, her eyes bright and excited. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Harry replied without hesitation. Pansy rolled her eyes.
“Forget the truth crap. It’s all dares,” she said, and everyone agreed.
Astoria blushed. “I dare you to …” She glanced around, looking for inspiration. “Kiss Daphne.”
Harry smiled like an idiot while Daphne’s cheeks went a little pink. She held his gaze, daring him to make a move. Harry rolled over, hovered above her, and pressed his lips to hers. Daphne’s mouth was soft and warm, and when he flicked his tongue, she parted her lips and kissed him back with more passion. Daphne even moaned into his mouth. When they separated, Daphne’s cheeks were faintly flushed.
Pansy’s voice rang out, cutting through the soft murmurs and giggles. She threw her hair back with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, her eyes on Harry from across the bed. “My turn, Harry.” Her lips spread into a smile as she looked him up and down, then landed on Astoria, whose knees were tucked tightly together. “Take Astoria’s panties off … with your teeth.”
The words hung in the air, and Astoria’s entire body stiffened. She let out a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a squeak. Her hands darted to her thighs, as if her panties might vanish at any moment. Her cheeks blazed red. She looked very embarrassed, but also extremely excited about the prospect. Daphne’s eyebrows shot up, but she smirked. She knew there was no way Astoria would back down … not with so many witnesses.
Tracey whistled in appreciation. “That’s a proper Slytherin dare, Pansy.”
Pansy basked in the attention, stretching her arms above her like a cat. “Well, someone had to liven up the party,” she said, her eyes glinting. She didn’t seem to care if she was making Astoria squirm. In fact, that was the entire point.
Harry shifted onto his knees, and the muscles in his back rippled in the firelight. He looked at Astoria and gave her a reassuring smile. She was, after all, the most bashful of all his lovers. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he said, his voice soft. He slowly ran his hand up and down her thigh, gently caressing her hot skin.
Astoria looked at him, then at the circle of girls around her. Tracey’s eyes were wide with anticipation. Daphne watched from just over Harry’s shoulder, her lips pulled into a cheeky smile. Pansy, of course, was bouncing with excitement. Her arms were wrapped around her knees, and her chin was propped on top as she basked in every second of her embarrassment. Astoria’s eyes narrowed at the annoying girl.
Astoria exhaled deeply and nodded. “Go ahead, Harry. I want you to,” she said, feigning confidence. Pansy smirked, and her eyes practically twinkled.
Harry leaned in and slowly lowered her onto her back. He kept eye contact with Astoria until the very last second, when she closed her eyes and shuddered. Her hands stayed firmly at her sides, her fingers digging into the mattress, but her whole body trembled with anticipation.
He slid his hands under her knees, spreading them gently. Her legs parted, exposing the crotch of her white cotton panties. He lowered his face between her legs, and Astoria let out a whimper. Harry kissed her covered mound and inhaled deeply. The scent of her aroused pussy was intoxicating.
Tracey nudged Daphne, mouthing, “Holy shit,” but Daphne didn’t even blink. She watched as Harry hooked the edge of Astoria’s panties between his teeth, the fabric stretching taut before giving way with a small snap. Astoria’s knuckles went white on the bedsheet. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, but didn’t pull away.
Harry took his time. He used his teeth to pull the front of her panties down, first exposing her smooth, creamy mound. They snapped off her hips, and Harry tugged them even further. Next came her taut, bald lips that were shiny and damp. He dragged the panties down her thighs, past her knees, and finally off her ankles. He spun them on his finger and dropped them on the bed, and then he sat back with a triumphant grin on his face. Astoria’s eyes fluttered open, and when she looked down, she saw that the only thing covering her body was her bra.
It was Astoria’s turn to speak, but she seemed to have lost her words. Harry ran his hand up her inner thigh, and his fingers brushed against her throbbing clit, making her squeak. Pansy filled the silence with a low, appreciative whistle.
Daphne didn’t hesitate to get some revenge. “Pansy,” she said, her voice teasing. “I dare you to show Harry your asshole.”
For the first time all night, Pansy’s composure cracked. Her cheeks flushed a deep, traitorous red that betrayed her usual confidence. At first, she pretended she hadn’t heard. She rolled her eyes and gave the group a disbelieving look, but her lips trembled. Even Tracey’s mouth fell open, and Astoria burst into giggles.
“Come on, Pansy. I know you can do it,” Daphne added, her tone condescending. “Unless you’re too chicken.” Daphne made sure to smirk when she said it.
Pansy looked at Daphne with narrow eyes, silently vowing revenge. Still, there was no way she would back down in front of the others. That wasn’t how Slytherins did things. Besides, it wasn’t like Harry hadn’t seen it before. Hell, he had his cock stuffed up her ass only a few days ago, but that was when they were alone … without an audience. With a sigh, she got on her knees and turned to kneel on the bed with her back to the circle.
She hesitated, and the fabric of her black satin chemise bunched in her fists. Her breathing quickened. For a moment, she considered telling them to fuck off, but the thought of Daphne’s smirk and Harry’s smug face made her abandon that idea.
In one swift motion, Pansy hiked up the hem of her chemise, baring her pale, round bottom to the room. The thin material pooled at her waist. Every set of eyes was locked on her skin. She paused there, steadying herself, before curling her fingers around her own cheeks and pulling them wide apart. There was no hiding and no modesty left. There was just Pansy’s smooth, flawless skin and her bare, glistening slit, and at the very center of it all was her tight, puckering asshole, on full display.
A gasp rang out. Astoria’s hands shot to her mouth, her eyes bugging behind her fingers. “Wow,” Tracey croaked, but she couldn’t look away.
Daphne, for her part, didn’t look away either. She tilted her head, studying Pansy with a slow, satisfied smile. “Very nice,” she said, her words coming out like a purr. “I knew you’d do it properly.”
Pansy’s neck and ears burned. She peeked over her shoulder, hoping to see them looking away in embarrassment, but instead, she saw Harry’s face bright with appreciation, his eyes glued to her exposed ass. He leaned forward and smirked at her.
“I’ve seen some lovely asses in my day,” Harry said, his voice thick with amusement. “But that might be a contender for the best.” He leaned in to get a better view, and Pansy shuddered under the weight of his gaze. He then kissed the inside of her butt cheek and flicked his tongue over her asshole, which made it pucker harder. Pansy squealed and clenched her cheeks.
Tracey was the first to break the tension by snickering. “That was brave of you, Pansy.” Tracey giggled in response.
Pansy shifted, still holding herself open, and shot Tracey a murderous glare. “Just wait. Your turn will be worse.”
Harry looked up at Pansy, grinning, and said, “Well done, Pansy.” He pulled Pansy to her knees and kissed her as a reward. Pansy quickly deepened the kiss while Harry’s hands explored her bare hips and smooth, sexy thighs. When he finally let her go, Pansy seemed to have calmed significantly.
“Is it my turn now?” Astoria eagerly asked.
“Sure,” Harry responded, not knowing whose turn it actually was.
Astoria sat cross-legged on the bed, no longer caring that they could see her damp, hairless slit. Her eyes moved from Tracey’s bare breasts to her green panties and back again. A slow, mischievous smile crept across her lovely face. She seemed to ponder for a moment, as if she were coming up with the perfect dare. “Tracey,” she announced, her voice dripping with barely contained glee. “I dare you to suck Harry’s entire ballsack into your mouth and hum God Save the Queen.” She then paused for a second. “You have to do the first verse,” she added, as if that made all the difference in the world.
Daphne and Pansy absolutely lost it. Daphne nearly fell over, cackling into her hand. Pansy laughed so loud that she snorted and rolled on the comforter. Tracey’s jaw dropped, but not in embarrassment. No, she was strangely impressed. “That’s so specific!” she marveled, grinning at Astoria.
Astoria shrugged, still blushing a little. “I thought it’d be funny.”
Tracey looked at Harry and then at the girls. “Fine. I’ll do it, but you better hum along, Astoria.” She knelt upright on the bed, bracing her hands on her thighs. Harry snorted, trying to keep a straight face, and stood up on the bed so his balls were level with Tracey’s face.
Pansy gave an appreciative whistle. “Now this is one for the history books.”
Harry stood on the bed, balancing himself with one hand on Astoria’s head and the other on the headboard. He let his cock and balls dangle right in front of Tracey’s face. The firelight glimmered off his skin, and he was so casually at ease that it made Tracey burst out laughing again. “I can’t believe I’m really going to do this,” she said to no one in particular.
She cupped his balls in her hand, cradling them gently. She kissed the tip of his cock first and then gave it a little suck. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked both Harry’s balls into her mouth in one go. Her cheeks ballooned outward like she was storing nuts for winter. The room went dead silent for a split second, and then Astoria started humming the national anthem under her breath. Tracey joined in, the muffled vibrations making a weird, warbly sound. Harry’s body stiffened, and his knees wobbled a bit on the mattress.
“Oh my god, you look like a chipmunk!” Pansy gasped through her laughter. Daphne wrapped her arms around her stomach, shaking with delight.
Tracey, undaunted by the laughter, kept humming, and the vibrations made Harry’s composure falter. He groaned. “Bloody hell, Tracey,” he managed to say as his hand found her hair for balance.
Astoria clapped along to the beat. Even Daphne, who prided herself on being the most composed, had tears in her eyes from laughing. The whole group was so unhinged by the bizarre dare that nobody noticed Tracey’s hand sneaking up to Harry’s shaft and stroking it slowly, in rhythm with her humming.
When she finally finished the entire verse, Tracey let Harry’s balls slip wetly from her lips and looked up at him, beaming. “See? It wasn’t that hard.”
Harry patted her on the head as if she had truly accomplished something. “Impeccable technique. I applaud you.”
Tracey smiled up at him, and then, remembering she had an audience, she turned around and smirked at the girls. “And that’s how you do it.”
Pansy snorted. “You’re an idiot, Davis.”
Tracey stuck out her tongue at Pansy and then immediately turned back to Harry’s cock. She cupped his shaft with both hands and licked her way up the length, from the base to the tip. She popped the head into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop, rolling her tongue around the tip.
For Harry’s part, he was having a great time. Tracey’s mouth was hot and wet, her tongue expertly teasing the tip, and every now and then she would pull back just enough to let a strand of saliva bridge her lips to his cock before wiping it away. The girls watched in fascinated silence.
Tracey didn’t stop there. “You really like my mouth, don’t you, Harry?” she asked, her voice muffled by his cock. She was delighting in the way he twitched at her words, and she batted her eyelashes up at him, feigning innocence.
Harry found it difficult to speak, but he nodded and managed a breathless, “Yeah,” which only made Tracey giggle. She beckoned Astoria with a finger. “Come help me.”
Astoria’s face went red, but she crawled across the bed on all fours and pressed her lips to the underside of Harry’s cock, kissing it softly and then licking up the shaft to join Tracey at the tip. Together, the two girls took turns, sometimes sharing the head between their mouths, and sometimes licking up and down the shaft like it was a shared treat. Harry reached behind Astoria and unhooked her bra with one hand. He pulled the bra off her chest, exposing her perfect tits to the room. Astoria whimpered when he cupped her breast and used his thumb to gently toy with her nipple.
On the other side of the bed, Pansy and Daphne watched with undisguised arousal. Pansy had one hand between her legs, touching herself absentmindedly as she watched. Daphne bit her lower lip and shuddered. Her cheeks were pink, and her eyes were heavy-lidded.
Tracey caught Pansy staring and smirked. “Jealous?” she teased, pausing just long enough to let Harry’s cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop.
Pansy sniffed and pretended to look aloof, but her eyes didn’t leave the scene. “You wish,” she shot back, but her voice wavered, betraying her interest.
Astoria, emboldened by Tracey’s naughtiness, nuzzled her face against Harry’s thigh and looked up at him shyly. “Is this good?” she asked cutely, her tongue darting out to flick across the tip.
Harry’s hand drifted down to cup her cheek. “It’s perfect,” he kindly told her, and Astoria’s whole body seemed to glow at the praise.
Tracey took a deep breath, then dove back in, this time deep-throating Harry’s cock until her nose was pressed against his stomach. The girls on the bed gasped in unison. Astoria, not to be outdone, sucked on his balls again, humming a little harmony to Tracey’s earlier melody. Harry couldn’t stop the groan that ripped from his chest.
“That’s … wow,” Daphne said, shaking her head as if trying to clear the haze. Pansy just gawked, her mouth slightly open.
Tracey finally came up for air, panting and laughing. “He tastes so good,” she declared and licked the underside of his head. “Now, who’s next?” She looked around the bed, daring anyone to top her performance.
Pansy squared her shoulders and pointed at Daphne. “I dare you to let Harry fuck you with all of us watching.” She grinned triumphantly. “I bet you can’t handle it, Greengrass.”
Daphne’s eyebrows arched, but her smile didn’t falter. “Please,” Daphne scoffed. “Harry’s fucked me every which way. I can easily handle this,” she purred, crawling across the bed toward Harry, her dark eyes never leaving his.
Tracey scooted back and sprawled out, her arms behind her head, ready to enjoy the show. Astoria moved to the side as well, her cheeks still pink but her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Daphne unclipped her bra and tossed it aside, baring her perfect tits. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black panties and tugged them down. Harry greedily gazed at her hairless mound and taut, glistening lips.
Daphne wasted no time. She climbed onto Harry’s lap, straddling him with practiced ease. Her hands found his shoulders, her lips found his neck, and Harry responded by running his hands down her curves. The girls watched as Daphne lined herself up and slowly dragged the head of his cock along the length of her slit. She then lowered herself onto Harry’s cock.
Her taut lips spread open, accepting him in. Harry’s hands gripped her waist and guided her, and when his cock was fully engulfed by her wet heat, she rolled her hips in an agonizingly slow circle. The others watched her in awe as she started to ride him, her movements smooth and graceful. Daphne undid her bun, and her hair tumbled down her back.
Tracey clapped, genuinely impressed. “You’re getting good at this,” she said, and Daphne shot her a smirk over Harry’s shoulder.
Daphne bounced up and down even faster, her breasts swaying with each thrust. Harry thrust upward, matching her increasing tempo. She shamelessly moaned, and the other girls squirmed.
Astoria squeezed her thighs together and gently played with her nipple, unable to look away. Pansy licked her lips, her eyes glued to the action, and Tracey watched with a mix of envy and admiration.
Daphne was in complete control until Harry changed the rhythm. He pulled her down so she was lying flat against his front, and he began fiercely pounding into her from below. Daphne squealed, and her tight pussy clenched even harder. She started breathing heavily and squirming on top of him. Harry looked her in the eyes, and Daphne blushed and looked away. Pansy leaned over and stared at the point of penetration with fascination. Daphne’s pussy was sloshing juices all over his thighs and balls.
Harry gripped Daphne’s ass in both hands, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh as he pumped into her with relentless force. He spread her cheeks wide, exposing her asshole for everyone’s viewing pleasure. Pansy practically crawled closer, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Harry’s cock destroying Daphne’s dripping pussy. The glistening pink lips stretched obscenely around his girth, and just above them, her tight little asshole winked with each thrust. Pansy caught his eye, and the smug smile on her lips was unmistakable.
“See something you like?” Harry taunted over Daphne’s shoulder. He momentarily pulled his cock from Daphne’s depths and wiggled it at Pansy before stuffing it back in with a loud, wet squelch.
Pansy snorted. “I’d like it better if it were in me.”
Daphne moaned as Harry’s thumb circled her asshole, teasing her mercilessly while his cock battered her pussy. She arched her back and panted. She could feel her orgasm approaching. The sound of their skin smacking echoed in the room and was punctuated by the wet, sloshing squelch of Daphne’s pussy, which had begun to slobber thick streaks of white cream along Harry’s shaft.
Astoria sat close by, and her legs were now slightly open. Harry could see her pink slit glistening in the soft light of the room. Tracey lay flat on her belly, her chin propped on her fists, while she watched the show they were putting on.
Daphne’s breathing turned wild and ragged. She clawed at Harry’s shoulders, desperate for something to grab onto as Harry began pounding even harder. The mattress groaned with every upward thrust of his cock. He continued playing with her ass, spreading and squeezing her cheeks. During one particularly powerful thrust, Harry pressed his thumb hard against her asshole, making Daphne gasp and squirm. With every plunge, her moans grew louder and more frantic, until finally, she let out a strangled cry, and her pussy clamped down around him. A hot spurt of liquid squirted out of her fluttering pussy and splashed over his cock and balls.
“Holy shit, Greengrass!” Pansy giggled as Daphne continued to squirt around his cock.
Daphne’s body spasmed helplessly, her pussy still contracting and releasing his thrusting cock. Harry fucked her through her orgasm, holding her hips tightly. When her legs finally went limp, he slowed down and eased her off his cock. He helped her roll to the side, where she curled up on the covers, shuddering and spasming.
Harry looked down at his cock, which was still rock hard and painted with a creamy glaze. He grinned and gave it a few lazy strokes. None of the girls could tear their eyes away from it. He glanced at the bed’s other occupants and smiled cheekily. “So … who’s next?” he purred.
Comments
Alun Lewis
Hmmm...hopefully, Astoria is the next lucky contestant on "Who Wants to Ride Harry's Cock?", if only so she can add a little extra lubricant to the ol' Potter Pole and learn what her sister tastes like 😉
Patric Fortin
La meilleure histoire
Rudy
My favorite story!
Lucion
Glad for the update!
